"...This time, it seems like I've messed things up." The old man wearing a straw hat looked at Ah Qing and the others running into the distance, sighed deeply, and complained:
"Youngsters these days are too impatient. They didn't even give me a chance to speak. I was still thinking of saying a few words to introduce myself and showing off my leaf-flower flying technique..."
Wang Yang took off the straw hat from his head, gritting his teeth while scratching his head, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and made a call to his master, saying:
"Master, is it you? I failed the task. I didn't even get the chance to say a couple of words before she ran off. The speed was incredible, almost like a smoke dragon trailing behind her..."
"No wonder she caught your eye, Master. Naturally a martial arts prodigy with exceptional skills."
As Wang Yang was reporting his work, a look of admiration appeared on his cheeks.
